So I recently wrote a Blellie fic on Tumblr that mostly was written in 'past tense', so if you spot anything's wrong with my present tense- just let me know. Update on my life [and look, I know you damn-well don't really care about my life, but my schedule determines when will be the available time for me to publish the next chapter of TGB, so read on if you still wanna know]: I will be at my cousin's house for a week's time (probably less, I'm not sure) and I think her MacBook broke down and I don't know when-the-hell is it going to be fixed, considering she had sent that little piece of shit to a workshop ages ago and I will positively assure you that I won't be carrying my laptop to another frickin' district, where my cousin currently lives at, and bring it everywhere I go- I don't want it to be stolen when I'm at the bus station or something. Man, I hate stations.

Anyways, in another word, to sum it all up; I don't think I will be around to update my fic within the next week's time. So, all you little suckers better pray that my cousin already had her MacBook on the table, ready to be used. Okay, enough with that- in this chapter, we see everything from Blake's points of view; I mean, just to get inside of his head a little bit y'know? C'mon, he deserves a chapter. Plus, it's fun messing with Blake's character. Sigh. Apparently, I have served well to have my title as the rambling bitch. I will now shut up, and let you continue on reading...

This is for you, anon who cared enough to dropped her/his opinion in my tumblr ask!

Song(s) I used: Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac, Love Story meets Viva La Vida arranged by Jon Schmidt.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s).


The Golden Being

chapter 6: the golden jenkins.

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Rosie Annabelle Jenkins watches her brother from behind the doors, giggling.

It isn't a secret that Rosie admires highly of her brother, despite the fights they usually have with one another, or the fact that she just finds it amusing every time her brother would get annoyed by her. No. Not just admiration- it's love. But she wouldn't tell him that. Even at age seven years old, the youngest of Jenkins knows best to preserve her ego (What a life we live in, her brother would've said under his breath).

Her brother is magnificent in his English cut tailored suit, even though, through his face that Rosie sees on the reflection, seems to disagree with that fact. It always comes to her interest that her brother knows he is handsome; why not? His jaw is perfectly squared, his skin tone is neither pale nor tan and his smiles would be one of the brightest ones in the room if he does smile- but it also comes to her interest that his brother would eventually finds a flaw to himself, and decides to dwell on it.

She somehow knows it's more than that, but she never says a word.

And now, her brother, the oh-mighty Blake Alexander Jenkins inspect his reflection against the mirror, although to her, he looks spectacular. He frowns at the mirror, then spins just partially to observe his left side- the shoulder pad of the suit stands up as he lifts his chin up in confidence, and soon drops. He sighs. She giggles.

"Rosie Annabelle Jenkins!" Mrs Eloise Granger hisses, finally spotting her behind her brother's door. "There you are! I have been searching everywhere for you! Now, you have to wear this headband—"

Rosie shrieks, before bursting straightly into her brother's room, alerting the young man inside. "NO!"

"ROSIE—" Mrs Granger exclaims loudly, frustrated.

"NO!"

"BRAT! WHAT- WHAT ARE YOU—"

"I DON'T WANT TO WEAR THAT HEAD BAND!"

"But dear," Mrs Granger, or as the name the young girl prefers 'Elly', who has been working for the Jenkins' since Blake was five years old tries to calm the seven years old girl, who's now starting to climb on Blake's bed. "It comes with your dress—"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT COMES WITH! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!"

"BRAT! YOU BETTER GET DOWN FROM THAT BED BEFORE—"

Rosie is quick to respond when she stuck her tongue out at her brother, now standing near the headboard, which is where Blake is standing near.

"ALRIGHT THAT'S THE LAST STRAW! I'M GONNA—" Before he even finishes his sentences, he dives in and attack the little midget, tackling her to the bed where she ends up giggling and cackling with laughter. Although it's fun, Blake also tries to hold her legs- those legs could be secretly playing for the Manchester United or Chelsea's soccer team for all that he knows, because of the force she puts on (unconsciously) when she's kicking him. God, he could have a broken rib by the end of the night, seriously.

"OH LORD JESUS, HELP ME! BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR SISTER, BLAKE! AND PLEASE TRY NOT TO MESS ANY OF YOUR— NO! DON'T— GOD, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME OFF?"

Rosie ends up laughing breathlessly with her brother, having him lying next to her as they both watches Elly trying to calm herself down. It's not the first time she reacts drastically like this. It's always fun when it happens.

The girl gingerly sits up, grinning at the elder woman. "Elly, don't be mad."

Mrs Eloise stares at the young girl for a few seconds, before giving up at her innocent look and sighs out. "You know I can't possibly be mad at you, dear. I just— This headband—"

And her innocent expression quickly changes, "NO! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!"

Suddenly, she feels a grasp around her small body only to find out her brother has had her pin within his grasp strongly, and no chance of escaping. He smirks evilly down at her, "There's no way to run now, brat."

"BLAKE!" She roars, kicking her legs aimlessly. "BLAKE! TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"

"Now dear," Mrs Eloise comes closer, holding the headband out. "You will look wonderful in a headband."

"NO! IT'S ITCHY! Do you want me to have head rashes, Elly?" She pleas, looking terrified of the headband that's coming for her.

Mrs Eloise looks confused for a second, before continuing in the gentle voice of hers. "I'm sure no such things wouldn't happen to you."

"How could you sure?"

Blake squeezes her, annoyed. "Shut up, Rose."

"You shut up, Blakey!"

"Kids," Mrs Eloise sternly says, giving them both 'the eye' before she focuses on getting the headband on the young Jenkins' head. Rosie whimpers as the distance of the headband and her head gets closer and she holds her breath when Mrs Eloise adjusts the headband just right. It's not even a minute later when she hears Mrs Eloise's gentle voice speaks up, her hands retreats to her chest, "Done. Oh dear, you look beautiful."

Rosie slowly flutters her eyes open- and she could also feels Blake releases her from his grasp. "I don't like it," she says, scratching her chestnut-hair.

"You'll grow comfortable with it soon." Mrs Eloise ushers.

"Now get off of my bed, you little pixie-sized girl," Blake mutters out, dropping his body against the headboard.

Rosie hits him on the torso before she hops off her brother's bed, proceeding to the mirror which stands tall with the height of Blake Jenkins. She examine herself in the mirror, noting the way her used-to-be straight light chestnut-hair is now curl by the tips and her light pink dress illuminates under the light. But, Rosie frowns, even if the headband puts a nice touch to her appearance, she still hates it. It itches.

"You look fine, elf." Blake rolls his eyes.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, Blake." She retorts sharply, but doesn't keep her eyes off of the mirror.

"Whatever," The young man shrugs his broad shoulder, walking up behind Rosie and showing up on the reflection. He looks worried, but doesn't show it. "Look, we both look good."

"Yes. That is true indeed," Mrs Eloise's voice draws their attention and for a moment, they look back before she comes up right behind them, beaming her wrinkly smile so proudly at the both of them. "Look at you two," she gestures back at the mirror, and the Jenkins' siblings both turns their heads back at it, "So handsome and pretty, and so smart. You would be surprise how a lot of people would kill to have your looks, your glories!"

Rosie beams back at the mirror, and she could catches just a tiny smile appearing on Blake's lips.

"But remember," Mrs Eloise comes to plant a kiss on Rosie's forehead, of which she receives with an even bigger smile. "Beauty doesn't depends solely on how you looks. It's in your personality too!"

"I know, Elly. I know," she replies back- carving that sentence on the back of her head since she could understand the meaning behind words.

"Good," Mrs Eloise chuckles jolly, turning to Blake now. Her old hands grabs Blake's larger ones in hers. "Now how 'bout you, young man? Do you still remember it?"

Blake warmly smiles, "I do, Eloise. I do."

"Good," she repeats. "Good. My young man and girl, growin' up- never thought this day would've come!"

Rosie comes to hug the old lady, inhaling her scent. "Don't worry, Elly. No matter how old we are, we'd never forget you! Nobody could replace you, Elly!"

"Oh dear," Elly begins to chock on her sobs, holding the little girl back. "That's so sweet, you know that? Such intelligent little girl you've become."

Blake comes to wrap his arms around Eloise's petite body, dropping his chin on her shoulder in the process. Rosie could see the pain swimming in his eyes sadly- but alongside with that, she could also see something else. Something wonderful. Something that she rarely sees from him- love. Pure love. The genuine one. Her brother still holds a smile, grinning at the mirror- now reflecting the three of them; "Look at that. We have the brat with her silly attitude in her gremlin-sized pink dress—"

"HEY!" Rosie protests, but soon abrupt in laughter with Mrs Eloise and her brother when he continues, pointing at his reflecting this time.

"...And we have the arrogant guy who thinks that he's better than everyone else most of the times," he says, earning a soft slap on his arms by Eloise.

"What?" He asks, grinning still, as he turns his head slightly at her.

The old woman shakes her head, "You're just being humble."

"No," Rosie chirps in, nodding her head. "He's right."

"Shut it, brat." Blake manages to interrupt and continues on, pointing towards the reflection of Mrs Eloise. "Last but not least, we have the angle sent from heaven personally to us, who had taught us more than high-educated teachers, professors, scientist, tutors from around the world, more than the internet have taught us about the beauty in life, despite the faults and wrongs and mistakes there is. Now that's pretty to me. Look at me, I can't stand a chance!"

Mrs Eloise throws her head back and laughs, slapping his arms lightly once again.

"But seriously though," Blake says, after she calms herself down. "I could never compete with a heart like that."

"Me neither." Rosie tugs on the elder woman's clothes.

"Oh you two!" Mrs Eloise says now, in tears. She grabs Blake's left cheek and leans forward to press a kiss on his right cheek. "You're just too good sometimes, you know that?"

Blake nods, replying the kiss when he kisses the old woman's hand. "Only for you."

They stare at the mirror for a while, just enjoying the moment, before Mrs Eloise, once again, brings them back to reality. "Now, now! You have to get ready for that dinner of yours! Your father and Uncle must have been waiting for you!"

Of course.


"IF YOUR LIFE WAS BAD TO YOU, JUST THINK WHAT TOMORROW WILL DO!"

Oh, hell.

Not this again.

"DON'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TOMORROW! DON'T STOP, IT'LL SOON BE HERE! IT'LL BE BETTER THAN BEFORE! YESTERDAY'S GONE, YESTERDAY'S GONE!"

He guesses there is a wrong in thinking that your sister learning a few of Fleetwood Mac's song through their nanny (Mrs Eloise) while the old woman's doing their laundry is harmless. 'Cause right now, as his sister is belting out Don't Stop on top of her small lungs, he's pretty sure his eardrum is thisclose into bursting into a million pieces on this limousine.

"God Rosie, can you please quiet it down!" Their father's irritated voice rings up, shutting the little brat in a quick second.

In any other occasion, Blake would have sigh out a relief sigh and moves on with his life- or in this case, continue on staring outside the tinted window of the limo without any sound being heard besides the business chatters going on between his father and his uncle and let his brain to do a little bit of thinking while they're still on the way to the hotel where the business dinner is taking place at. But he couldn't quite 'move on' so easily when the way his father had snapped at the little brat made her looked ten times smaller than her already-tiny size.

Gladly, it is his Uncle Jeffrey who voices out. "Hey, chill out lil' bro. I think my niece sings like, what do they call it these days, Hannah Montana?"

Out of the corner of his eyes, Blake could see colors start to rise up in his little sister's face again and even a glimpse of smile is ghosting over her lips.

"Come on, darling. How does it go again? All I want is to see you smile, if it takes just a little while..."

Rosie, however, stays quiet with her lips seal- her eyes glancing at their father with a hint of fear, and looks down on her lap. That's bad. She never shrinks this bad. Uncle Jeffrey leans closer and ducks his head down to meet her gaze. "Come on, sweetheart. I can't do this alone. I barely remember the lyrics. How does it go after that? I know you don't... um, think...?"

Slowly, Rosie sings out, "I know you don't believe that it's true, I never meant any harm to you..."

"That's right, Rosie. Now, I remember. So, how does it go next? Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow, don't stop, it'll soon be here!"

At that, Rosie jumps in, singing along with Uncle Jeffrey, "It'll be, better than before! Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone!"

Blake smiles slyly, and moves his gaze outside the window but manage to see the way his father rolls his eyes at his baby sister and decides he should glare daggers at the elder man instead.


"Look son," his old man stops him as soon as they step out of the limo and they're heading inside of the hotel.

Blake swallows his wrath towards his father and tries to calm himself down at the sight of his sister, holding hands with Uncle Jeffrey and bubbly laughing as the man cracks another joke. He smooths down his suit and buttons it carefully as his old man continues to brief him down, "I want you to listen carefully into this business dinner- it will be important. You might learn one, two things out of this before I start taking you to work this summer."

It isn't anything important. The old man just wants him to know what he's 'dealing with' before he really starts to work there- but as long as it concerns the Jenkins World Co., the old man has always been just a tad too enthusiastic over it. Workaholic much, Blake snorts to himself.

"Hey," the old man stops him, probably noticing that he snorts. "Are you listening to me?"

Blake rolls his eyes, "Of course, father."

"Oh yeah? What did I just say? Repeat it. Every damn word." That's the dad, everybody! The one that taught him every cursing words there is in the book.

"That this is important, and I should listen in. For future reference." Well, it isn't every damn word- but it's close enough to let the old man knows he really is listening. But, being who Blake Jenkins is, he couldn't help but to add, "I'm not an idiot."

Well, that got him a smack across the head. "Of course you aren't, son. But good. It's good that you're finally listening."

"I've always listened, haven't I?" He spurts back out, narrowing his eyes at the old man. "Remember the night you screamed at ma because you're trying to find an excuse for cheating on her."

"Hey, hey, hey!" The old man's blood is really boiling up now. "Don't make me punch you in front of public, ya' listen to me?!"

"Woah dad! Always been expecting it's me who's going to spoil the good Jenkins name. Way to prove me wrong—"

"THAT'S IT—"

"HEY!" bellows Uncle Jeffrey, coming up in between us and catching old man's fist in one swift motion. In a hush tone, he yells out, "People are watching, Tom. Control yourself. And you, Blake- please, not tonight. For everyone's sakes. For my sake. For... uh, Rosie's state."

He looks down at her sister, who's standing in front of the restaurant's entrance, looking at them with frighten set of eyes.

"Fine," he drawls out, finally. "I'll be good."

"The magic word," Uncle Jeffrey grins, lowering the old man's fist until it's on his side once again. "You too, Tom. You screw this up, you're dead."

"Fine!" Thomas 'Tom' Jenkins puts his hands up in the air, before stalking away towards the restaurant.

Uncle Jeffrey sighs at his younger brother's attitude and Blake tries to ignore the shame he feels- he should have known to control from clawing at his father too soon. His Uncle clasps his shoulders with one hand as he pushes him to start walking. "You know, you two are more alike than you would have like."

He snorts, "Well, that's insulting."

"Yeah, I guess it would be." Uncle Jeffrey laughs, and Blake couldn't help but to just quirk a small sign of smiling. "It's a good thing I was always different than he is, even though we're twins. He's too... uptight and serious. Blah."

"And inhuman," Blake adds casually.

"Well, that too." Uncle Jeffrey snickers lightly, before he just settles with a lazy smirk. "But, I'm nothing good either."

Blake kind of spits, "At least you're better than him."

"Boy, you're delusional! Look at me! Your father tried to get me in an Italian cut suit, but all I showed up was with this," the elder man flung the worn-out gray pinstripe suit, which are unbutton unprofessionally in front of him- showing him just the small yellow smudge on his white collar shirt that would have hidden well if the man cares to button the suit. He guesses his uncle is right at some aspects- even though the old man is as empty-heart as a damn plank could be, he knows his way in business and professionalism like it's being set up in his brain since he is in Grandma's womb.

It probably is.

But Uncle Jeffrey. Uncle Jeffrey doesn't look like he knows he's a Jenkins at all. He once come visit them to discuss some business with the old man in his boxers, and a blue collar shirt, at 11 a.m. in the morning, and when dad asked them where his pants were, he puts on a strange face, saying, "I thought I forgot something!" That's Uncle Jeffrey for you. But beneath that ignorance towards the corporate living, he is a genius. There's no doubting it. That's the only reason the old man hasn't get rid of Uncle Jeffrey- he needs him.

"Man, you dad almost lose his... jellybeans when he saw me in this."

"Well, that wouldn't be a first," he shrugs his shoulder.

Uncle Jeffrey stops and puts on a thinking face. "Good God, you are correct! My brother, hilarious man he is!"

"Uncle Jeffrey, stop being crazy. You're losing your...," Blake purses his lips for a second. "...jellybeans."

"Jellybeans! Did I heard it correctly? You said jellybeans, Blake?! Hahah! I have done the impossible!" And there goes Uncle Jeffrey, pumping fist in the air while Blake tries to tug on his arms from drawing anymore attention to them. What did he do wrong to be in this situation?

"Come on Uncle Jeff," he mutters out, pulling the elder man away. "Let's get something to eat."

"Food! Now that's what I live for!" Uncle Jeffrey cheers and begins to walk besides him again.

They walk through the restaurant's entrance and spotting the old man and Rosie at one of the many tables there, Rosie waving her hand giddily at them. They both walks there until Uncle Jeffrey speaks again, "Hey look! There's a stage there. It's been so long since you last sing. How is your voice? Do you think you still have it in you?"

"I don't know," Blake answers honestly. "I haven't sing since I hit puberty."

"Well that's a big boo. You really got something back there." Uncle Jeffrey pointedly looks at him, his eyes narrowing. "I'm sure it's still there somewhere. You just need to get your inner glee out."

Blake's eyes widen, "What did you just say?"

"I said; you just need to get your inner glee out."

"Glee," He mutters, his mind painting the image of a certain raven-headed girl that manage to attract his attention ever since from the incident, two months ago. "Do you know something I don't?"

Uncle Jeffrey looks confused, "Should I know something that I'm not supposed to know?"

"No," he quickly answers, knowing it's a bad move 'cause now Uncle Jeff only raises an eyebrow out of curiosity and confusion. "I mean, no. I'm sorry. I'm just being paranoid. Something... In school."

"Ah. High school," Uncle Jeffrey chunk up a pastry. "The worst thing human race has ever thought of. I forgot you go there."

"Then where do you think I go every weekday?"

"Honestly," The elder man points his index finger at him, "I thought your father sent you to some military school."

"Seriously?" Blake exclaims, shaking his head before he catches just a small piece of pastry still in his uncle's hand. "Where do you get that, actually?"

"It was on the buffet section."

"What do you mean, there's no buffet section in here." He glances everywhere around the restaurant, confirming his suspicious. Nope. No buffet section.

"Oh," the elder man exclaims, swallowing the last bits of pastry down his throat. "I should apologize now, shouldn't I?"

The young man chortles, "You're crazy, man."

"That I am."

As they come closer to the table, he finally realizes there's still a few chairs left empty. Five of them actually. "Where are our guest?" He asks, taking a seat next to Uncle Jeffrey, who takes a seat next to Rosie.

"They should be here shortly," the old man answers without looking up, his eyes concentrating on his blackberry.

"Who are our guests actually?"

Uncle Jeffrey turns towards him. "We are thinking of joining forces with the Andromeda Group."

"Andromeda? The St James' Andromeda Group."

"Indeed, son. I'm impress. It seems that you do acknowledge our business enough to check up on who we're dealing with," the old man says curtly.

Blake gives him a blank stare. "If I did, I wasn't doing it for you. The St. James' son, Jesse St. James, goes to my school."

"Regardless," the old man waves his hand off at him. "At least you do know. And isn't that an interesting fact?! You should befriend him. That should give us some sort of benefit when you two start to work together in the near future."

"But that would be hard, wouldn't it?" Uncle Jeffrey cuts into the conversation. "Isn't he in some kind of a tight group? What is the name again?"

"The Golden Boys." Blake informs him.

"The Golden Boys, a group of which consist four members; Jesse St James, Cameron Reddington, Michael Walt and Max Wickham. They are the next in line from taking each of their father's businesses, and can be considered as one of the most wealthy and brightest group of boys in their generation." Surprisingly, it is Rosie who just explained that, and leaves the three men to stare numbly at her.

The old man crinkles his nose, "Well that is quite shocking. Rosie, child, where do you learn that?"

"You gave me a list to memorize over, father. You said it could be useful for me in the future."

"Well, I wasn't wrong." The old man crooks an evil smile that makes Blake sicks to his stomach.

"I see them!" A roar of deep voice makes all four heads turn towards it.

Then, Blake could see a large man coming towards them and notices his Uncle and old man stands up, greeting the man- so as manners that had been taught in him since he could walk, he stands up too. Rosie does the same. His eyes wanders slightly behind the large man, spotting Jesse St. James and a slightly older woman walking besides him.

"That's Kristin St. James, the eldest daughter." Rosie whispers in and he nods his head.

Suddenly, he watches a much older yet elegant woman who he assumes must be Mrs St. James comes walking behind with a young lady following her behind. It takes a moment for him to realize who she is, but there's no mistaking it when he does. The girl that got saved from a senior. Oh fuck. She's the sister?

"...And this is my eldest son, Blake."

Blake comes to meet the large man's eyes and smiles, and he responds with a professional smile of his own, shaking his hands. "Sir, it's nice to finally meet you in person. I've heard such great things about you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Blake. I heard you went to the same school as my son and daughter went to."

"Yes. Yes I do," at this, he lets his eyes lands on the-girl, who's obviously trying to avoid any eye-contact with him.

"Isn't that wonderful, Joseph?" Mrs St James comes to stand next to her husband. "I'm Laura, dear. You're Blake, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." He takes her hand and kisses it. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Oh, Blake! You are such a sweetheart! Unlike my son over here- always so troubling!" She sighs.

"I can hear you, you know?" Jesse appears besides his mother, but diverts his attention quickly to him. "Hey, man."

Blake nods in respond.

They all take their seats soon enough, but none of them can actually ignore the bickering that's happening between Jesse and the sister, Nellie although both of them try to keep it low profile. Thirty minutes into the business discussion, Kristin has finally had enough with her siblings supposedly 'silent' argument and slams her forks and spoons down on the table. "That's about it!"

Both Jesse and Nellie stops.

"Excuse me," Kristin flashes a wry smiles at the adults and Rosie, who now finds a new admiration towards Kristin, and nudges both of her siblings away from the table.

"Where are we—"

"Shh."

"Kristy, don't—"

"Follow me and hush!" Kristin turns back to the table, "We'll be back in a while."

When they walk away, Laura St James starts to sigh. "Lord, what are they doing now?"

"Relax, hun." Joseph St James smiles back. "I think this will be interesting."

Much to everyone's surprise, Kristin starts to push all three of them on stage, and stops a confused waiter with a question. The waiter walks away, and comes back less than a minute later to bring her a stool and a mic. A little bit more of bickering happens until Kristin points a direction towards the piano, and slowly, Jesse walks his way and sits at the piano. Kristin says a few words to Nellie before she retreats to take a seat and picks up a cello, which had been displayed there ever since they've walked into the restaurant.

Unwillingly, Nellie sits on the stool and hushes into the mic, checking if it works.

Then, with a nod towards Kristin, the sound of cello starts. Jesse, who plays the piano, joins soon enough.

But what surprises everyone the most is Nellie's voice, singing, "We were both young, when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts- I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air..."

Guess that brunette cheerio who says she can really sing isn't lying.

"You got such talented children, Joe."

Joseph laughs his belly out at what Uncle Jeffrey says, "Laura... She insisted for them to play a little bit of musical instruments."

"It's just we're lucky enough that they eventually found passionate in music," Laura smiles proudly.

"That's great. Blake, here, also can sing." Uncle Jeffrey blurts out, chucking the wine.

"Really, now?!" Laura exclaims.

"You should join Nellie in her little, what do they call it honey? That little club..."

"Oh. Oh. Glee. Glee, it's a show choir club."

"Splendid!" Uncle Jeffrey suddenly stands, "That would be great! Maybe he could form a bond with young Nellie over there. I'm sure your voice in a duet with her would be just..."

"Beautiful!" Laura finishes. "Oh Blake. I agree with Jeffrey over here. Maybe you should join Glee too."

"I think that's an excellent idea, Laura." His father chimes in.

Blake silently glares at his father, and uncle. "I can't...," he fakes a smile, "I'm not sure I can sing very well."

"Nonsense, son. You will do just great!"

That's odd, he's about to say. Considering you never found the time to ever be there whenever I sing.

"I... I will consider it," Blake could only blurts out, averting his eyes back at Nellie and decides to just listen to her.


They walk together out of the restaurant and Blake feels exhausted through his bone. He sighs. Until he feels a tug on his shirt.

"Blake! Blake! Can you buy me candy?!"

"No, brat. Now get away from me."

The brat huffs and there's no sound from her again. A few minutes later, he feels another tug on his shirt again.

"Rosie!" He turns around, furrowing his brows.

Nellie jumps slightly, taking her hand away. "S-sorry?"

"Oh," Blake mutters. "You're not Rosie."

"I'm not," she replies.

There's a silence hung in the air, but Nellie breaks it off when she says, "I need to talk to you."


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